Who wants to fight me?

[Nathan]

I'm not going to throw down until you start using toilet paper.

Well, I refuse so I guess we're stuck at a bit of an impass then aren't we?

 

[Lumberg]

Nathan while you and all of your massive 165 pound frame are couched over your computer keyboard furiously typing your internet diatribes I sneak up behind you and pour a piping hot cup of McDonald's coffee over your head.

As you scream in agony I tip your chair back causing you to topple back into the pile of semen-soaked tissues that litter the floor around your Anime-viewing-station.

I proceed to stomp your left nut into oblivion (since you were sitting at the computer with your pants around your ankles) with my Clarks.

Victory is mine!

You proceed to sue McDonalds and retire a millionaire with a front yard more opulent than even that of supersizeme.

As they say the best revenge is living well...ableit without a left testicle...so we both win.

 

[Nathan]

Nathan while you and all of your massive 165 pound frame are couched over your computer keyboard furiously typing your internet diatribes I sneak up behind you and pour a piping hot cup of McDonald's coffee over your head.

As you scream in agony I tip your chair back causing you to topple back into the pile of semen-soaked tissues that litter the floor around your Anime-viewing-station.

I proceed to stomp your left nut into oblivion (since you were sitting at the computer with your pants around your ankles) with my Clarks.

You got every last detail, right down to the fact that I always have my pants down around my ankles when sitting at my "Anime-viewing station".

 

[Big Johnson]

LOL!!!

 

[Bullit]

Lumberg 1
Nathan 0

 

[Nathan]

Lumberg 1
Nathan 0

I'm going to have to give this an 18 on your 1 to 17 scale.

 

[supersizeme]

GET OFF MY FRONT LAWN, BITCH!!

 

[Nathan]

GET OFF MY FRONT LAWN, BITCH!!

Scroll down and look at the thread I started for you. You start, and I'll retaliate. Do it NOW!

 

[from zero]

As soon as you cleanse yourself of your own fecal matter, I'll kick you in your head.

 

[MarthaStewart]

I would come clomp clomp clomping up behind you with a bottle in one hand and a telephone cord in the other. You would hear me coming and turn around and punch me in my stomach.
I would bend over in agony and in my vulnerable state, you would smash a chair over top of me and I would collapse in absolute pain and embarrassment.

Then you would spit on me, take my telephone cord from me and throw it very far away and then piss in my bottle. Afterwards you would pour it out over my legs and then beat my ass with my own shoes.

Fuck. I can't even win fights when I'm the one writing them.